Wild World

wildworld
whilewewhirled
fro and to
believe me––we flew!!
“checklist please,”
I checked but he's
floundering
aroundweswing

the dashboard lit up in red

wildworld
whileweswirled
fly—oh, it unfurled—
downanddown
sungtothesound
of “air-a-shoot!”
buttherewasmoot
(the point was moot)
dancetothewind
tastingthespin

the tail fishtailed

wildworld
criedandcurled
viscer-rolled
natal-fatal
––must we still pay, though?––
“air-a-shoot!”
“tear-through’t”
andthesunspun
andtheairflung

the blades caught a foreign fire

wildworld
"high load"
“air-a-shoot!”
Iwishheflewit
’twixtblueandblue(it)
water-bound
sungtothesound
ofpride
––but what a ride––
that
aside
lookslike––
bulls-eye
blue-hurled
viscer-rolled
criedandcurled
whileweswirled
whilewewhirled
––and still it unfurled––

a wild world.

Starbound

"It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of Annabel Lee;"
And as the clouds tossed to and fro,
   So did the aimless, fearless we.

Two perfect rings as the seagull sings,
   Forever together as long as can be,
And the tide brought things––such perfect things
   To this kingdom by the sea,
Tributes to us, for we were kings,
   Annabel Lee and me.

Four eyes on the dusk as our shadows drew
   Long against the longing we,
As the wind blew the night into
   Our kingdom by the sea,
And the crescent in our sky came to,
   We ventured we were free...

But starbound cries are naught but lies,
   And our love was not to be,
The gull's replies sink into sighs,
   Heaving as the sorrowful sea,
And as the torrent dies, the current dies,
   From my feet the spirits flee.

It's time to say my last goodbyes,
To my beautiful Annabel Lee.





Of course, based on "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allen Poe. Isn't divergence poetry fun? From dark thoughts come darker thoughts, and thus from poetry poetry. From rhyme rhyme, and from convolution convolution.

But truly: is there any real way to dispel remorse? We all cannot help but find our own answers, through our own Annabel Lees, in our own kingdoms by the sea, just as we cannot help but fear the seagull's song.

Untaken Paths

The ever-watcher forever seeing:

Never watch if unbelieving,

Not every person, every being,

Endeavors after thoughts so fleeting.

The thought in mind, for mind in case,

If fought for mind, pursue the chase,

And never mind what later face,

Nor further find another race.

But then to leave unsatisfied,

Receive the win, discard the ride,

Yet some reprieve unjustified,

Indeed for those who only tried.

Why take if taken only bleed,

When taken take away the seed,

Which, untaken, grow and feed,

For where can path so taken lead?

A poem that references the moment just before...which when taken, no matter how fleeting, ends the chase unsatisfied. For why take if the taken only bleeds, when such effort could be redirected? Why indeed? Another mystery of the human psyche lies before us, in the form of untaken paths.